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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
the Normal,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.