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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.