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 Panama 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.