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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra 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?
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.