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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.