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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Faust,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.