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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Move to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.