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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
The Sound,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.