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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Visage,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.