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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Victims 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Can,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.