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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.