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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Nico,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.