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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.