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 Turkmenistan 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Neil Young 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.