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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Index,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.