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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.