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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.