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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
UT,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.