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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.