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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.