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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.