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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
UT,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Shoche,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.