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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.