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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Nico,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.