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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.