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 Austria 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Can,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.