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 Korea North 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.