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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.