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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.