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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.