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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
June Days,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.