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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the grunge 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.