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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.