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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.