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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.