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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.