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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.