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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.