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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.