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 Senegal 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.