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 Georgia and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.