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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.