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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.