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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
June Days,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.