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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.