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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.