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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.