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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Pole,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.