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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.