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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.