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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Niagra,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
The Index,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.