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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.