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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.