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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.