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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
10cc,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Index,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.