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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gun Club to the grunge 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 Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.