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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Television,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.