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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.