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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
cv313,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.