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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.