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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Index,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.