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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.