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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.