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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.