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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.