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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.