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 Gabon 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Mummies to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Fear,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.