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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.