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 Rwanda 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.