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 Spain 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.