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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.