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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.