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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.