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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
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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.