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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.