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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.