Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.