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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.