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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.