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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 EPMD 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.