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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.