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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.