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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.