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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Magma,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.