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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.