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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.