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 Sri Lanka 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.