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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Pole,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.