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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
cv313,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.