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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.