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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.