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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.