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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.