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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
The Move,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Monolake,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.