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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
DNA,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.