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 France and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.