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 Albania 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
AZ,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.