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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.