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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.