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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.