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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Qualms,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.