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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.