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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.