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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.