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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.