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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.