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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.