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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.