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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.