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 Albania 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.