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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.