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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.