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 Japan 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.