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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.