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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.