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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.