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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.