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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Visage,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.