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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.