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 Antigua 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
PIL,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.