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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.