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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s 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 Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Pylon,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.