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 Croatia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.