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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.