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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.