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 Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
The Associates,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.