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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.