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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.