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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.