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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.