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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.