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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
PIL,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.