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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.