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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
JFA,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.