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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
the Sonics,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.