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 France 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Slave,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.