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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.