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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
the Association,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.