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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Brick,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.