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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.