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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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 United States of America,
Japan,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.