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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.