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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
ABBA,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.