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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.