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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
CMW,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.