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 France and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.