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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.