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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Television,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.