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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.