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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.