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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.