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 Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
The Index,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.