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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.