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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.