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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 snare 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 the Germs 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.