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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.