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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Interpol,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.