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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.