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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
the Swans,
the Association,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.