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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Section 25,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.