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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Smog,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.