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 Spain 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.