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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.