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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.