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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.