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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.