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 Ethiopia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.