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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.