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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.