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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.