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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 New York Dolls 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.