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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.