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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.