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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Franke,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.