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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Skarface,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.