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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 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 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Ultravox,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.