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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.