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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.