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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Scion,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.