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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.