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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Scion,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.