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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Swans,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.