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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cramps to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.