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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.