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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.