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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.