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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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.