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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.