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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.