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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Little Man,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.