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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band 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?
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.