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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.