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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Swans,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.