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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.