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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.