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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Mars,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.