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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.