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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.