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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.