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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.