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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.