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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.