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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.