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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Fugs,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Visage,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.