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 Paraguay 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Procol Harum 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.