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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.