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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.