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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.