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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.