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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.