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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.