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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.