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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.