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 Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Scion,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.