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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.