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 Gambia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.