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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.