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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
The Index,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.