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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.