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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Monolake,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.