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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
CMW,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.