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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.