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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.