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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.