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 Cambodia and from London.
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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
PIL,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
ABC,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.