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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.