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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.