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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.