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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.