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 Egypt and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.