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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.