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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.