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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Brick,
Scientists,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.