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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.