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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.