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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
MDC,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.