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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.