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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.