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 Yemen 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.