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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.