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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.