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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.