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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
PIL,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.