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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.