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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.