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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Wings,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.