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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.