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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Ituana,
John Cale,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.