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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.