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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
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Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.