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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.