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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.