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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.