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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.