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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.