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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
The Standells,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.