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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.