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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Swans,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.