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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.