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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.