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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.