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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.