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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Fall to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
JFA,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
PIL,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.