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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.