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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
UT,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.