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 France and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.