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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Television,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.