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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.