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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.