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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.