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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.