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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.