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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.