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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Slave,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.