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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Television,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.