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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.