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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.