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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.