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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.