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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.