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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.