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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.