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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.