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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.