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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Monks,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Mars,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.