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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.