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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.