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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.