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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.