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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.