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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.