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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.