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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Ituana,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.