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 Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.