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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.