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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.