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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.