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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.