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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.