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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.