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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.