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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.