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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle 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?
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.