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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.