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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
The Martian,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Television,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.