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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.