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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Monks,
Gong,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.