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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.