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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.