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 Italy 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
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.