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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.