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 Suriname 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.