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 Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.