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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.