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 the UAE 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Mummies to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.