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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.