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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.