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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.