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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.