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 San Marino 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
ABBA,
MDC,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.