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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Suicide,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.