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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.