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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.