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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.