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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas 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?
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.