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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.