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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.