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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.