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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.