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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.