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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.