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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.