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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.