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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
PIL,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.