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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Technova,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.