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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.