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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.