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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Japan,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.