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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.