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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Visage 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.