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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.