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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.