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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
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 Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.