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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.