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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.