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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 spring reverb 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Wire,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.