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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.