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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.