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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
CMW,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.