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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.