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 Libya 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.