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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Index,
The Martian,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.