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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.