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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.