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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Brick,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Index,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.