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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.