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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Oneida,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.