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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.