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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Faust to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.