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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.