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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.