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 Singapore 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Fear to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Fear,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.