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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.