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 Congo and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.