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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.