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 South Sudan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
MDC,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
the Association,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.