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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.