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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.