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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.