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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.