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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.