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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.