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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Fear,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.