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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.