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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.