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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
June Days,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.