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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 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 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 The Misunderstood to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.