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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.