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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
cv313,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.