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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.