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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.