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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.