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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.