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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.