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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 the Slits to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.