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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu 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?
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.