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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.