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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.