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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Magma,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.