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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.