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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.