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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.