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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.