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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.