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 Syria 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.