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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.