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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.