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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the grunge 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.