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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Motions to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.