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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.