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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.