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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Fear,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.