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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.