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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.