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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Organ,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.