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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.