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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.