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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Franke,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.