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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.