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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.