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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.