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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
The Move,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.