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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
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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.