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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Television,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.