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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Index,
Ice-T,
MDC,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.