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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.