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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.