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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.