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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
UT,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.