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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.