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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.