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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.