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 Belize and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.