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 Taiwan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.