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 Serbia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.