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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Pole,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.