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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
The Index,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.