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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Television,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.