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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Visage,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.