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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.