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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.