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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.