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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.