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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.