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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.