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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.