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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.