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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.