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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
UT,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.