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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.