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 Brazil and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.