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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.