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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
CMW,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.