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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.