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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.