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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Urselle,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.