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 Netherlands 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ludus to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.