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 South and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.