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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.