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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.