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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.