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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.