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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.