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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Mummies 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Faust,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.