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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.