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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.