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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Slave,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.