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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Can,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.