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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.