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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.