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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
the Normal,
Swans,
CMW,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.