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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.