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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
cv313,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.