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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Ossler,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.