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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monochrome Set 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.