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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.