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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.