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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 güiro 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 DNA 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Organ,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.