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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.