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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.