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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.