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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.