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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.