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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.