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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.