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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.