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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.