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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.