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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.