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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.