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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine 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.