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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.