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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
UT,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Swans,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.