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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Kayak,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.