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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.