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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.