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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
JFA,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.