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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.