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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.