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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.