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 Ukraine 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
MC5,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.