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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.