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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.