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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Franke,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.