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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.