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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.