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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Japan,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.