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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.