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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.