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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.