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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Section 25,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
MC5,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.