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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
MDC,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.