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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.