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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Gong,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.