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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.