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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.