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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.