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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.