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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.