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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.