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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.