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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.